Past Memory Lane

Yes Wilfredo I do hear it as I listen with intent, what has happened to the children and enchanted time we spent? Is the past all that we own now is forever meant to be, just repeating and repeating those few years so young and free? In that lane of dormant memories where the music swirls around like a broken record keeping us forever near it's sound, Somewhere someone plays tomorrow on an upright in the hall, notes that do not need to borrow words from yesterday at all.